November 11, 2012

Sunday Quote

The striped and shapely Maple grieves
the loss of her departed leaves.
The ground is hard, as hard as stone.
The year is old. The birds are flown.
And yet the world, nevertheless,
displays a certain loveliness --
The beauty of the bone. Tall God
must see our souls this way, and nod.
Give thanks: we do, each in his place
around the table during grace.
- John Updike, November. A Child's Calendar.

4 comments:

Once again Blogger refuses to let me lay out the lines properly and has smooshed this lovely poem into a paragraph...ah, well. It is from one of my favorite poem books, children's book, the illistrator, Trina Schart HyMan is a favoriteas is Updike; I mourn their exits from this earth.